- ANIKA -
I struggle to breathe, fighting his advances. Canaan is stronger than me in every way and he's making his strength obvious with how roughly he handles me. I can tell by how brutal he is that he doesn't care about what happens to me as long as he gets what he wants.
No one would ever believe me if I make an accusation about him forcing himself on me. And even if I am believed, by a fat chance, I would be prompted to take this as an opportunity. The alpha dared to stare my way and I am not honoured? Even though he's my half brother. Even though this man has tortured me all my life since I was five and will continue to demean me with every chance he gets. The Luna will have my head if I dared to speak and Canaan must be aware of this advantage.
My shirt is ripped open from the centre, revealing my body to his gaze. "You shouldn't have been blessed with such a body, Anika. You shouldn't have walked into my room and tempted me. Thrown yourself at me. I can have you killed for that."
I feel a rupture on my chest at his words. He's twisted the whole thing already. I'm in danger.
Canaan traps my hands above my head as he proceeds to touch me, his hand exploring over my now bare chest, sinking underneath the tear of the fabric. His groan is loud in my ears. "Why the fuck are you such a sexy scum?"
I let out a yelp. He's hurting me. Begging has never done me good all my life and I would be a fool to think now would be different. I try to force my hand out of his grip. I try to struggle out of his hold in a futile attempt. "Don't struggle. It only heightens my need to have you."
"Alpha. . . please spare me. . ." I plead, my voice hoarse. My hands fall freely down my body as his hand reaches for my face instead, his claws piercing into my skin. Alpha Canaan holds my neck now, strangling me.
"What don't you understand by shut the fuck up." My body falls to the ground, clashing against the mop buckets and cleaning tools by my side. Canaan walks towards me and bends, getting on his knees. His hand holds my shoulders, clawing into them. "Being here with you is more disgusting already so be quiet." He hits my body hard against the floor. "Make a noise and I will rip your limbs out."
This makes me swallow my misery. Tears well up in my eyes, rolling down the sides of my face. I can barely feel my body. All I feel is pain. The pain of his hard arms on my skin. The pain of his weight pressed against my body. The pain of being on the cold hard floor. The pain of existing in the first place. It is in this agony that I catch a glimpse of something. The cleaning tools scattered on the floor around me. I know I will regret this decision but I will end up regretting if he has his way with me.
Alpha Canaan was too indulged in having me that he did not notice my hand move. He didn't notice me grab onto the mop stick. Alpha Canaan lets out a growl when the wet mop came clashing against his face, water spilling into his eyes making his hold on me dwindle. I use this chance to push him away, scurrying out of his grip.
"I'm sorry." My voice trembles at how dire what I had just done is. I have to run. "I am so sorry, please forgive me." I beg, using all my strength to hold my body from collapsing as I run out of the bathroom.
"Don't let me get my hands on you, bitch. Because once I do, you will kiss your future goodbye!" I hear Alpha Canaan roar from the bathroom. "Run little scum. Because your life depends on it."
My chest feels like it is about to explode. My body bearing the weight of my agony. It's hard to even breathe talk less of move but I don't stop. I can't stop. I don't even know where to go but I know I should keep moving. Heading to the staff quarters will be unwise as everyone answers to the alpha and I will barely make it out of this mansion in once piece yet I have to try. In my entire life, this is the first time I am making a decision for myself. The first time I am choosing to run. I don't hope to be caught. I have never envisioned a life outside what I have in the pack that I was born in even though I was violated every single day and I cannot deny the fact that I am terrified but I cannot stay. Not when I escaped the alpha. Not when the torment that would be if I stayed would be unimaginable.
Not when I live in a pack my voice does not matter.
My crouched body follows a narrow trail leading outside the house, a trail where guards do not monitor. I pause to catch my breath, my fingers clutching over my torn clothing to hold it at the centre. The cold morning breeze hit my skin, causing a chill. I don't have warming abilities like the others. I haven't come of age to even have my wolf revealed to me yet. This was supposed to happen in a few days but life keeps throwing shit my way. My breathing is heavy and slow. I force myself to keep moving, heading to the woods while my thoughts run rampant.
I am not needed here and I surely am no longer welcome to this pack after what I just did. I have never known a life or even dreamt of one outside the pack border. I have heard horrible stories of lone wolves being killed or attacked by rogues so I never even considered the thought of running till today. My body pushes against a tree, trying to take shelter from the security lights patrolling this portion of the woods. Once the lights cast its reflection away from the tree, I begin running. Not looking back, Alpha Canaan's words replaying in my head like a terrible melody.
'Run little wolf'
'Because your life depends on it'
'Don't let me catch you'
A knot forms in my chest as my feet gives up. My body tumbles against the dark, loamy soil. It begins to rain. I don't have a sense of location to know how far I've gone and I am too feeble to move. My body has reached its limit.
"Who's there?" I hear a man call. The water falling on the floor has my vision blurred so I can't see who it is. I can only see the reflection of light pointing my way and a faint silhouette of metal. It's probably a warrior.
I can't speak. My body is losing its senses little by little. I feel cold metal touch my skin and turn me over. Someone bends in front of me, taking a peak I assume.
My lips part, heavy with the words about to leave my mouth. I know I won't be conscious soon. "He. .lp me. ."